Bloodfall: Battle of the Braintrusts
We don't have time to wait on Arnie to get into the cyborg's comms. We gotta take their sorry asses down now. Luckily police scanners are a thing and wouldn't you know it? Over an hour after we ran out of the museum those douchebags in blue were still there, picking a fight with another type of douchebags in blue. Y'see, The militia twats are now holding down fort, the fort being the museum, with hostages. We head to museum and look into the clusterfuck from a sky window they didn't bust, and see the GCPD SWAT trading lead. "well, they got hostages, let's shoot the fuckers and see what happens!" I think I'm just gonna let Linda kill them. Would be doing the GCPD a big favor, probably. The gameplan Linda and I had was that I'd be up here with my refurbished Sasha, cleaning house and holding off the vermin while she goes for the hostages, who are apparently wrangled up in the basement according to scanner chatter. Jumping in's gonna be tough, and not just because it's as smack-dab in the middle of a fucking firefight. Our landing spot it occupied by some shitty sculpture that looks like it's gonna sexually assault me on my way to Saturn. Seriously, it's amazing the shit that passes as art these days. Nonetheless I give Linda a nod, she opens up the window, and we jump in on a hurricane of subsonic lead and testosterone...
Bloodfall: Battle of the Braintrusts
We don't have time to wait on Arnie to get into the cyborg's comms. We gotta take their sorry asses down now. Luckily police scanners are a thing and wouldn't you know it? Over an hour after we ran out of the museum those douchebags in blue were still there, picking a fight with another type of douchebags in blue. Y'see, The militia twats are now holding down fort, the fort being the museum, with hostages. We head to museum and look into the clusterfuck from a sky window they didn't bust, and see the GCPD SWAT trading lead. "well, they got hostages, let's shoot the fuckers and see what happens!" I think I'm just gonna let Linda kill them. Would be doing the GCPD a big favor, probably. The gameplan Linda and I had was that I'd be up here with my refurbished Sasha, cleaning house and holding off the vermin while she goes for the hostages, who are apparently wrangled up in the basement according to scanner chatter. Jumping in's gonna be tough, and not just because it's as smack-dab in the middle of a fucking firefight. Our landing spot it occupied by some shitty sculpture that looks like it's gonna sexually assault me on my way to Saturn. Seriously, it's amazing the shit that passes as art these days. Nonetheless I give Linda a nod, she opens up the window, and we jump in on a hurricane of subsonic lead and testosterone...